Dedicated to maamedokua1
I woke up to my husband shaking me vigorously.
"Raquel, what were you dreaming about?"
"Ah?" I tried playing dumb.
"You kept moaning in your sleep and I have been calling your name for the last minute," He stated looking at me expectantly.
"I don't remember what I was dreaming about, "I lied.
"You sure?" He asked looking at me with piercing eyes.
"Yh I am," I replied.
I was fidgeting now, trying to avoid looking at him directly.
"Okay honey, if you say so," He said with a shrug.
I was so relieved when he dropped the issue. He informed me he was going to graduation thanksgiving mass and left giving me a peck. I wanted to accompany him to his car, but he said he was already late, so he couldn't wait for me to freshen up. I reluctantly agreed.
I hit my head with the pillow repeatedly chastising myself for the lie. What the hell was wrong with me? I kissed my husband's son yesterday. It should have ended there, but no, I had the effrontery to have a wet dream about him. God! I needed help. I can't just turn into a liar and a cheat at least not on the account of my stepson. What was happening to me?
This was so unlike me. Apart from Frank, I didn't date anyone else till I met my husband. I'm not promiscuous, so why now. What is so special about Michael that I can't seem to resist him? He is even rude and annoying. Gosh! I lamented running my hands on my face out of frustration. I needed a distraction and Nelly was the perfect fit, but I needed to wash my dirty laundry first. Ama had a family emergency, so she wouldn't be around for two weeks. So I had to do it.
I grabbed my dirty clothes and headed to the laundry room. I realized the detergent was finished, so I headed to the kitchen trying to see if I could get some before I loaded the things into the washing machine.
I finally got one in one of the cabinets and headed back to the laundry room. To my utter dismay, Michael was about to enter the room, his laundry basket in his arm. Dammit! I cursed inwardly. Why do I keep running into him when I least expect it? That wasn't even the problem now. There is no way, he will allow me to wash my things before him if he gets to enter first. I had to do this laundry now, I promised Nelly I will be visiting. I had to do something.
"Michael, Wait!" I called out as he was about to turn the knob.
He turned to look at me. Removing his hand from the knob.
"We need to talk," I stated standing in front of him now.
" About?" He asked looking at me like I have two heads.
"Us," I said with a shrug.
"What about us?" He questioned further clearly annoyed now.
"About you coming unto me, kissing me by force," I retorted, pointing my middle finger at him.
He chuckled, running his hands through his hair.
"What's funny?" I demanded getting irritated at his actions.
"I know is hard to forget a great kisser like me, but you need to let it go. I'm way above your league," He stated cockily.
"What!" I was furious now, but I tried controlling it. He didn't have to know his words affect me.
"You are the sloppiest kisser I know," I remarked, huffing.
"That hurt you know," he touches his heart faking a sad face.
But you want me. He said with a smirk, his two hands beside me now trapping me between the door and him.
"You wish," I said leaning back on the door trying to create space between us.
"You sure," He challenged his warm breath on my neck now.
I involuntarily closed my eyes, trying to calm my heart rate. Why does my heart rate pick up anytime he was near? I had to put my plan into action now before I lose myself. I opened my eyes to meet his honey-colored ones. They were drawing me in. I quickly looked away and licked my lips. His eyes moved to my lips and I could tell, that action was affecting him as his eyes glaze over with lust.
Perfect! That was the distraction I wanted to create. I used my right hand to turn the knob, using my back to enter quickly.
"In your dreams," I riposted shutting the door in his face as he stumbles backward,
hurriedly locking the door before he busts in.
I laughed heartily, happy that I was able to trick him to get access to the laundry room.
"Raquel open the door!" Michael commanded banging on the door. I need to wash my things.
"Sorry son, I need to wash mine too," I shouted back in glee.
"This isn't over Raquel," He threatened.
"Bring it on," I retorted.
I started washing when I heard his retreating footsteps.
*******
Nelly's place was comfy and nice. I haven't been to her apartment since she moved out of her old place. I could tell she has some good news to share since she couldn't stop smiling.
"Girl wats up," I asked out of curiosity.
"Just guess," She urged.
"You know am not good with that so tell me and stop keeping me in suspense," I whined.
"OK. Tony proposed to me!" She squealed showing me her finger.
"The ring is beautiful," I said in admiration.
"I know right," She affirmed.
"A second am going to grab water," Nelly excused herself.
"Earth to Raquel," Nelly said snapping her fingers in front of me. She has returned from the kitchen and I didn't even notice.
"What is bothering you?" She asked concerned now.
"Michael," I said using my hands to gesture in a quote in the air.
Nelly told me to ignore his actions since he was my stepson, so I had to be the bigger person and try to have a cordial relationship with him. I made her aware it wasn't just about him being rude to me. That wasn't the issue since I was used to that behavior. I told her about our make-out session by the pool on her birthday and the wet dream I had about him this morning. Raquel watched me with an open mouth trying to process the information I was revealing.
"Holy shit!" She cussed after telling her everything.
"You need to put your shit together." She admonished.
"He is your stepson for Christ's sake. I know he is hot, sexy, and all that, but you need to resist him," She stated in agitation.
"You think I don't know that," I responded looking at her with a sad face.
"Just come here," She opened her arms pulling me into a hug.
"We are in this together OK," She comforted patting my back.
She eventually asks what my relationship with my husband was like. Delving deep into our sex life. I answered all her questions in honesty, trying to reach a definite solution together.
Nelly suggested I have to spark up my sex life with my husband. Since to her, I was not getting the satisfaction I needed, which was the underlying issue she diagnosed. We were going lingerie shopping on Monday. Which was the first step in saving my marriage as she put it?
I headed back home after spending three hours with Nelly. Talking with her has set my soul free. Now I have a clear solution to my problem. I thanked my stars for having a friend like Nelly. I suddenly bumped into someone on the staircase, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Watch out!" Michael's caution was too late since I had already slipped due to the impact of the bump.
His hands shot out to wrap around me protectively, as we both tumble down the stairs. We landed with me on top with his hands still around me. I heard him groan in pain as I lift my head to look at him staring into his eyes.
"Are you going to stand up or continue staring?" He questioned in irritation.
I paled when memories of this morning's wet dream came flooding into my mind.
This is just how it started. Is it a déjà vu? I wondered.
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